crowd was pumped up by an MC and strategically placed callers. I left
half way through as I was too hot. When I left the grand stands my
shirt and pants were soaked with sweat. The whole thing reminded me of
a fanatical sports crowd, the ministry of silly walks and the pomp of
British ceremony.
Enjoy. Of course I didn't have the benefit of a Michael Palin explanation.
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